My co-worker has a radio set to a hip hop station. When she first started working here she said that she listens to a lot of different types of music. To update a joke from Blue Brothers, she likes both kids of music, Hip AND HOP.
I've never heard it switch off of this hip hop station and about every two hours Usher comes on singing about his 'baby' and the fact that 'there she goes'.
He, apparently is not ashamed to call her by her name (though he never gives her one in the song) and is convinced that shortly after they see each other again, they 'gone be twerking' (which I had to look up in the urban dictionary. It sounds a bit like what bees do to repel foreign objects from the hive.
Now to be fair, the co-worker in question hates the song as much as I do - we've started to call it our song -- joined as we are in hatred for it.
It reminds me of a show I did at a popular sports bar downtown. It was a murder mystery private party in a small room right off of the main video game floor. Every 30 seconds or so, the music would flair up and the video game would shreik, "Daaaaaaytonaaaa.", presumably to draw one to it like moths to flame, like lambs to slaughter, quarters being coughed up into the machine like tubecular lungs.
"There goes my baaaabeeee," sounds to me like that same shrieking video game and I am seriously considering smashing that radio from which it emits.